Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Make the Sun Shine

I was about 21 years old and I was
driving my scooter home from the “graveyard” shift at 7-11, so it must have
been about 7:30 a.m. Working those hours, 11:00 p.m. to 7:00 a.m. was not
easy.It was cold and cloudy and I
just wanted to get home and get some sleep.The light turned red and I waited next to the
curb.There was an elderly lady
standing on the sidewalk very close to the curb.She looked at me and smiled and said, “Your job today is to
make the sun shine.”I smiled at
her.Then the light changed.I rode off and never saw her
again.But I never forgot that
moment.

As I said, I was
about 21, but I wasn’t making the sun shine for a lot of people.I was sullen and morose.I was often rude.Though my life wasn’t easy at the
time,it wasn’t bad, but I was
ungrateful for the blessings in my life and thus I was unhappy.Very unhappy.

Around the same
time I was living with three other young men in a four-bedroom house.As I said, I wasn’t a happy person at
the time and I wasn’t very easy to live with.Sometimes I would walk down the street to the grocery
store.As I walked past the houses
I noticed a particular house that had an Asian family in it.Every time I looked in that house I saw
that they were laughing with each other.They looked so happy.I
wanted to knock on the door and ask them why they always looked so happy.

I didn’t knock on
their door of course, but I needed an answer.So I created a story.I told myself is that this family was from Viet Nam.They had survived the war.Somehow they got to the United States,
but they were separated for a long time before arriving.Not only that, but some of their
family members and friends had died as a result of the war or the Communist takeover.Getting to the United States was a long
and perilous journey, but they all made it and they found each other.Now they were happy because they
had survived something most Americans could not even comprehend.They had each other and they had a safe
place to live.That is why they
were so happy.

I have no idea if
that story is even remotely true.Instinctively, even at the age of 21, I knew there were some vital
ingredients for happiness.The
first was gratitude.The second
was gratitude’s twin sister, contentment with what one has.The next was enduring and surviving
hardship with others.The last was
being with loved ones.Sometimes
the phrase “loved ones” is used synonymously with anyone we happen to grow up
with.That’s not always the
case.I think love is a choice,
not just a familial obligation.We
can love people we grew up with, but not like them and not spend a moment with
them once we leave home.

Looking at this
family, I think they loved each other and liked each other.They were happy to be together.They realized it was a gift.

Again, I don’t
know if my story was true.It
might have all been a projection of what I wanted in my life.I wanted to be happy and loving.I wanted to laugh a lot with and
appreciate the people who were in my life.But immaturity, anger and laziness kept me from all those
things for a long time.

I could make the
sun shine for some people, but not for everyone, and not even most of the
people I knew.This isn’t
self-condemnation.The past is
done and the only way to redeem the past is to live correctly in the
present.But of course, I wish I
could have done things differently.I can’t even say that I didn’t know how, because I could be nice when I
wanted to be.I just didn’t want
to be most of the time.I was angry
and unhappy and at some level, I wanted to be those things.No longer.

Today I suffered
some extreme unhappiness.It was
almost overwhelming.Though by
nature I am an optimistic and happy person, I struggle with that part of me
that wants to be a victim who wants to be unhappy.There is a perverse and distorted safety in fear.If I remain afraid, I don’t have to
move forward in life.I don’t have
to struggle as I imagined the Vietnamese family did. I’ve spent years not
moving forward.It’s true that I
missed some struggles, but because I wasn’t fighting my battles, I was
losing.

So I fought my
unhappiness today.I fought it
hard.Sometimes it got the better
of me. Carrying around sadness and fear is difficult.But I don’t think it was a coincidence that I remembered the
story of the elderly lady who told me what my job was.So today I kept busy.I asked for prayer.I watched a movie and played catch with
my daughters.I cleaned the
kitchen.I read.I remembered my house on the
beach.I remembered to Get Started
and to Keep Going.And maybe, just
maybe, I made the sun shine.